Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Argentina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Surgeon,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Nas,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Wally Richardson,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.